Vision

The future holds the spitting image of a slave

Who from torture and deceiving is digging his own grave.

A hostile hand is waving in the back,

It seems like strangers are forced inside a sack.

The reddish sky with phantom candles flowing

It flashes when the moon in all its glory it's glowing.

Parades of stars are showing up above,

The sparkling lights thousands of lies behold.

Lies that are transformed in shining diamonds truths 

That are forged to steal the hope fulfiller fruits.

An era of misleading is marching to the front,

The friendly shaped up monsters stealing what was brought.

Cries of wars and rivers of blood can be heard and seen;

Pure and innocent souls battled in deep foreigning sin.